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around.

Lowering the binoculars, he put the vehicle in gear and drove

home. She was back, safely, and he didn’t need to stay any longer. It

was hard enough not to stake his claim on her in public. His hands

smoothed across the silk panties he had taken from her lingerie drawer.

They were special. He had slept in her bed, masturbated in her

panties and now he was taking them home with him. Inside her apart-

ment, he had placed small cameras in various spots. He could see her in

the shower, where she slept, and anywhere else in her domicile.

“At least I know who the man you embraced is,” he said as he

drove away. He had found the pictures of her family and realized that

man had been a brother. He found the obituary of her parents’ death in

an album that also contained mementoes from the funeral service.

“Don’t worry, my love. Soon. Soon, we will be as one and your

loss will fade into a distant memory. I will be the important one in your

life. Me and of course our children.” He felt his penis stir at the thought

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of seeing her swell with his child. Of course that was well after he had

taken his pleasure with her, over and over again. A child would bind

them together forever.

Once he was home, he placed the panties on a shelf that was be-

neath the shrine for her. Then he headed for the shower, where he

jerked off, the nipple clamps he had put on himself vibrating and

tightening as his free hand tugged on the chain connecting them.

“Chantoya,” he grunted and his hand slid faster along the length

of his erection. The soap made his hand glide faster and the smell was

an identical to the one in Chantoya’s bathroom–brown sugar and

cinnamon. She also had tropical-scented soap, but he preferred this one.

Closing his eyes, he imagined it was her soft brown hand glid-

ing over him, bringing him to the explosive release. He shuddered and

cried out her name as he shot his ejaculate all over the wall of his

shower.

Leaning over, he removed the clamps and dropped them out-

side the stall. His knees were shaky as his hand rinsed off the come that

was on the wall. Eyes glowed with feral pleasure as he pictured Chan-

toya covered with his semen. “It won’t be long and you will be on your

knees in front of me, servicing me, pleasuring me.”

He climbed naked into bed and jerked off one more time to the

mental picture of Chantoya in his bed with him. A perfect dream found

him that night, spinning a web of desire and contentment as he and

Chantoya were wed.

Lunchtime on Monday found CJ sitting alone in her lab eating a

turkey club sandwich while she created her genetics exam. Setting

down her sandwich, she picked up a chip and began drawing two

charts—one for Mendel’s law of independent assortment and the

second for Mendel’s law of segregation.

So into her work, she never noticed the door swinging open.

A pair of dark-brown eyes watched from the doorway. They

moved slowly over the shiny hair that fell gently around her shoulders,

down the back of the pale blue shirt and on further over the khaki

slacks that covered the lower half of her body. Half of the firm mouth

kicked up into a smile.

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Assured steps advanced him deeper into the room. His mind

was racing on things he would love to do with and to the woman before

him working so diligently on her class work.

Stopping a few feet behind her, he stood in silence for a moment

and just enjoyed his view. As she reached for another chip, he smiled.

“I’ve missed you,” a rich masculine timbre filled the empty lab room.

Chantoya jumped at the voice. She had been so consumed by

her work that she hadn’t heard a thing behind her. She turned and a big

smile crossed her face as she saw the handsome Italian man who stood

behind her.

“Hey, Osten.” CJ stood up from the stool and faced him totally.

“What are you doing here?”

“I missed you,” he said as he moved closer to her form, his eyes

raking boldly up and down her body. A frown crossed his face briefly.

“Do you not want to see me?”

“Of course I do, don’t be absurd.” Her dark hair jerked as she

shook her head in mock exasperation. “I was merely wondering what

you were doing here.”

The frown was banished like the sun burning away the morning

fog. “Good. Because I definitely wanted to see you. I missed you this

weekend.” One hand reached out and tugged her in closer to his form.

“I missed you as well, but I had some things to do.” CJ shook

her head again as she allowed him to tow her closer.

“I know. You were with Dez and having all that fun away from

your men.”

A black brow arched. “Our men?” she questioned.

He nodded. “Yep. Your men. That would be me and Ross.”

Her hands settled upon the firm muscles of his chest as her fin-

gers danced along the brown fabric of his shirt. “I didn’t realize I had a

man,” she teased.

“You have a man.” Osten lowered his mouth to fit over hers.
She

is a perfect fit for me.
His tongue traced her lower lip before he slipped it

inside her warm mouth.

Within seconds, she was moaning as he relearned the shape of

her body with his hands. Slowly, Osten backed them up until the lab

station was directly behind her butt.

Leaving her with no option of anywhere to go, he increased his

perusal of her mouth and curves. Just before he was lost completely in

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the headiness of her touch, his trained ear picked up the sound of

people approaching.

Reluctantly, he dropped his hands from her tempting figure and

stepped back, putting a respectable distance between them. At the look

of frustration on her face, he merely smiled as students began entering

the room.

Before Osten left her alone for the afternoon, he leaned down

and whispered in her ear. Her kids had no idea what was being said; all

they saw was Chantoya nodding before the SEAL walked away with a

wave over his shoulder. They also didn’t know their teacher was fully

aroused by the private message he’d left behind.

That night a knock came on her door and CJ admitted Osten into

her small apartment. Before the door had fully closed behind him, she

was in his arms. Their bodies pressed together in a fashion that made it

hard to tell where one ended and the other began.

His lips teased hers as he used the tip of his tongue to run

around the edge of her lush mouth, tasting, learning, and coaxing her to

open for his searching tongue.

CJ shivered. His touch sent shockwaves through her system.

This was better than any of her dreams. She felt her pussy clench with

desire as his hands fisted in her shirt.

“I want you, CJ,” he murmured against her mouth.

“Bedroom’s down the hall,” she whispered back.

A growl rose up from his throat as he placed his hands on her

bare waist. His mouth moved around to nibble at her neck. Each bite

delivered another wave of desire through her.

Osten lifted her off her feet with ease and carried her back to the

bedroom. He let her body slide down his until her bare feet sank into

her plush gold carpet.

“I am gonna enjoy this body so much.” His words were deli-

vered in a deep timbre as his hands tugged off her shirt.

He felt his cock jump as her bared breasts were exposed to his

lustful gaze. Without saying a word, his hands reached out and cupped

them. They felt so right in his hands.

The nipples were pebbled and she bit back a moan as he moved

his thumbs over them, the callused pads teasing her. He met her gaze

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briefly before leaning over and putting his mouth over one tempting

nub.

Her knees shook as each tug on her breast created an equal one

in between her thighs. “Osten,” she gasped as her hands gripped his

haired forearms.

“Oh, baby, you will be calling out my name so many times to-

night.”

“I want you…”

His eyes glowed possessively at her admission. “What exactly

do you want?” He adjusted his hands so they could tug on her nipples.

“You,” she panted, trembling at the desire he knew she saw in

his eyes.

“Tell me.” He tweaked a tip. “Tell me
exactly
what you want.”

“I want…” she hesitated. “I want you to make love to me.”

“Not explicit enough. Tell me what it is you want.” He moved

his hands to the waist of her sweats. His tongue laved a path between

her dark breasts before moving down her sternum.

It dipped into her bellybutton as he dropped to his knees before

her. One jerk and her pants and panties were pooled around her ankles.

“Tell me, CJ,” he commanded, his warm breath teasing her pelvic

region.

“Please,” her word was a soft beg as it fell upon his ears.

“Tell me,” he ordered again. “What exactly you want.” Her hea-

dy smell filled his nose and he fought to control his primal reaction.

“I did,” she whimpered.

“I want specifics, sexy.” He maneuvered his hands to her hips.

His eyes seemed to be glued to the neatly trimmed patch of hair be-

tween her toned runner’s legs.

CJ opened her mouth to say something, anything, but his next

act froze whatever words she had. His mouth moved closer to her

dripping core.

He used his thick tongue to run up the slit separating her nether

lips. The taste of her made him moan with scarcely restrained passion.

She was a mixture of spice and honey. His cock throbbed insistently in

his pants.

Without thought, Chantoya spread her legs more, giving him

better access. “Tell me,” he rasped. “Do you want my tongue here? Or

not?”

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“Yes,” she panted.

Another swipe before he demanded, “Then say it.”

“Please. I want…I want…your tongue.”

“Where? Where do you want my tongue, baby? Here?” He used

that very organ to circle her clit.

“Yes!” she mewled.

“Or did you want it somewhere else?”

Deep inside me.
“No!”

He chuckled as if he could read her very thoughts. Bringing her

body closer to his waiting mouth, Osten seemed to inhale the scent of

her body. “Tell me what you want.” Two fingers spread her lips,

exposing her engorged clit.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

Osten on his knees before her vanished as her CJ’s eyes dragged

open. Her alarm clock blared in her ear and with a frustrated groan she

smacked it, shutting off the intrusive noise. Flopping back, she mut-

tered curses that would make her brothers blush.

Her body ached for release. Nipples were still tight and sensi-

tive. Her pussy was so close to finding what it craved. With a mind of

its own, her hand drifted back under her blankets and settled between

her legs.

CJ closed her eyes and conjured up a picture of Osten. There he

was standing before her, removing his clothing and telling her just how

much he wanted to take her.

Faster and faster her fingers moved over her clit. The other hand

pinched a nipple and she felt her body jump in response. It didn’t take

long for the tingling of her orgasm to wash over her. “Osten!” she

screamed to the room as her back arched. She released the nipple she

held to grip the sheets on her bed.

Boneless her body sank back down to the mattress. Her eyes re-

mained closed as she waited for her breathing to return to normal. The

shimmering image of Osten seemed to send her a mocking smile before

it vanished, as if telling her,
see what I can make you do?

Momentarily satisfied and only barely so, CJ rolled out of bed to

take a shower. “I can’t believe I did that,” she complained. “I need to

get laid, this is getting ridiculous!”

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The eyes on the monitor were mere slits. He had sat there watch-

ing her sleep; and as she became aroused, he had taken out his rapidly

swelling member and stroked it along with moans.

After her alarm woke her up, he figured she would just get up

and get ready for her day. When she fell back onto her bed and began to

pleasure herself, he almost fell out of his chair.

He was within seconds of coming after he saw her beginning to

arch off the bed. Until…until she screamed Osten’s name. His penis had

softened right there on the spot, leaving him frustrated and angry

beyond belief.

“How dare you dream of that man! He is not for you.
You
be-

long to
me
!” Shoving back from the wall of monitors, he stalked to the

bathroom where he climbed into the shower and got ready for his day.

All day at school, Chantoya couldn’t get her dream out of her

mind. It had felt so real. It had felt so perfect.

During her lunch, she tried to find a way to ensure all the work

could be done by Friday. CJ didn’t want to give her students homework